We reached college before my hands could go anywhere nearer. My desi 2 minutes later, she shifted her hands from my waist, and smoothly slid it to my thighs. I regained my senses, strutted for a second, and moved on to what we were supposed to do. Now my hands were touching her bare back, but only on her lower waist. But it always had to be at college, and never at a place where I could get some privacy. Since we had pre-planned to bunk the college, I was wearing a 3/4th, and my little 8″ Johny was easily visible through it. Uhmmm.As she wasn’t objecting my touches on her bare back, I slowly slid it further up. The 800 page book was on her lap, and I was giving her the gist of the topic that was open in the book.My hands were sliding through the lines of the pages and suddenly when she turned to look at me to ask a doubt, I realized that
